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Show 52 touching Dave's, and he wondered if that made a difference in the kind of connection you got. Someone had asked them to ask it where it lived when it wasn't being a ouija board. Questions requiring answers other than yes or no or a number took more time. There was silence in the room except for music that drifted in from the living room-some people had gone back and were dancing again-while the indicator slid first to "G," then to "E," to "H," and then stopped after another "E." "Are you holding it down too hard?" Karen asked. "I think it just ran out of gas," Dave said. "Maybe it didn't understand the question," Linda said. Lorin looked at her, wishing her chin didn't recede as if she were swallowing. She didn't know it, but he had considered asking her to the party. He still wasn't sure he wouldn't offer to take her home-he didn't know if she had come with somebody-and if he did he just might make a little side trip through Memory Grove. He wouldn't do anything heavy, but he and Melanie had been going together so long that it might be a good thing to make sure he wasn't getting rusty, and he was pretty sure Linda liked him. She was a little flat-chested, but he wasn't planning to marry her. He had to admit that having experienced Melanie in the palm of his hand had made a difference in the way he looked at other girls. He was more critical, for one thing. It also made him feel faintly sick that she was out somewhere with Steve Ellison, and that she might have decided to wear the grey cashmere sweater that had caused all the trouble. The people standing closest to the desk suddenly laughed. The board had just answered yes both times when Karen had asked if it was male or female. "This spirit's in big trouble, guys," Dave said. "An epicene spirit," Lorin said to Linda. |
